Lin Yue held the sachet in her hand, growing even more doubtful whether Chunxi really was the one behind this deed. She had seen Chunxi's needlework before, and the sachet didn't seem to match her craftsmanship. Yet it was Chunxi who had instructed Zhang Guihua—how could that be? It was all quite baffling.
"Zhao Er Gou's wife has admitted it, Chunxi did this herself and even paid her fifty coins. If it wasn't her, why would she do such a thing? It's obvious, I think she holds a grudge against you. I am going now to find the village chief and a few elders so that the chief and the elders can make a public judgement," Zhao Erhu said, ready to leave.
"Wait, Brother Erhu, I have a few words to say to you." Lin Yue pulled Zhao Erhu aside. "Brother Erhu, with Zhang Guihua's testimony, Chunxi can't escape blame. Let's not reveal the sachet just yet. We'll see how things unfold later. This sachet doesn't look like Chunxi's work; there could be someone else scheming behind the scenes."